A Praying Life
6/10/09 at 11:16 AM 0 Comments

Crying Abba -- Continuously

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I was listening to the discussion at a staff meeting when our consultant said, "Paul is so quiet. He doesn't seem to be passionate about anything, except maybe the person of Jesus." I smiled, partly because it was funny and partly because on the inside I am like Barney Fife, the nervous deputy on the old Andy Griffith Show. My mind churns with ideas, and my mouth is eager to assist.

So why did I appear so calm? Because I was praying, quietly to myself, over and over again: Father, Father, Father. At other times I will pray the name of Jesus or the name Christ. Sometimes I find myself praying a short phrase, such as Come, Spirit.

This is not a mindless chant I practice in order to reach some higher spiritual plain. Just the opposite. I realize I'm on a low spiritual plain, and I am crying out for help like a little child who runs to his mother saying, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." My heart is hunting for its true home. David captured the feel of the praying soul in Psalm 63:
O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you;
My flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. (verse 1)

Why am I quietly crying out for help? My tendency to interrupt in staff meetings is a "dry and weary land." When I feel my inner Barney Fife crying out for attention, I pray quietly, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Like Augustine, my heart is restless, and I need to find my rest in God.

I'm at my worst when I'm passionate about a new idea. I can drift into selling instead of listening and can easily become dominating. My heart is a dry and weary land. But when I begin to pray, the energy of my life is directed into the life of God and not into changing people's minds . . . and I shut up!

When someone shares an idea that was originally mine, I want to mention that I first thought of it. I feel unsettled, as if the universe is out of balance. In short, I want to boast. The only way to quiet my soul's desire for prominence is to begin to pray: Apart from you I can do nothing.

Interrupting, selling, and boasting are just a few of the things that draw me into continuous prayer, into continual childlike dependence on my Father. Each of us has our own list. We can let it drive us into a praying life.

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